To My Dear Sister
We woke up next to each other
Wondering what our adventures would be
We could set sail faraway
With our ship made from boxes
Battle out monsters and pirates
Together, we can conquer any land
We could dress up as heroes
Put on a cape and fly
You know we're made to save lives
We could totally be spies
Rolling around, catching bad guys
With our laser pens and jetpack backpacks
When night falls,
We'll set up tents in our room
Watching the night sky from our window
Picking out the brightest star
We drift off thinking tomorrow's escapades
Its funny where our imagination leads us
How a boring bed sheet can be a magical cave
How an old sofa can be our fort
Or how our bedroom can be as large as an ocean
We can go from a castle to somewhere in space
And we can mostly be anything we want
You made me anticipate every waking hour
Now we wake up next to each other
Without even saying "Hello"
Boxes are trash, bed sheets are for sleep
Our swords are now replaced
With technology we never even bothered
What used to be magical are now plain old things
Its unbelievable how times have changed.
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Solitude
ПоэзияS O L I T U D E (n) a state of seclusion or isolation. That's all it takes to free my thoughts.
